Really, Rong Zhi has changed so much.
The loose silk shirt couldn't hide her good figure, and the deep black eyes filled with a thin mist now had hints of other emotions. It was no longer the usual aloofness. As Tang Xuyun would say—suddenly, looking at her, he saw the sparks of human life.
Moreover, it didn't seem right to call her a teenager anymore. Now, Rong Zhi at a glance, ignoring the overly flamboyant aura around her, was just a charming young woman.
From a boy to a girl, Tang Xuyun took a long time to accept this fact.
"Third... Miss."
But when he spoke, he still got stuck.
Rong Zhi, walking ahead, paused slightly upon hearing this and said slowly, "Call me whatever you're used to."
Tang Xuyun nodded, "Third Young Master."
As soon as the words came out, he suddenly felt much more comfortable; this title rolled off the tongue.
